What had happened at the club was too much to wrap his head around. He collected what little calm and dignity he was still in possession of and walked toward the grand fireplace. His thought that this might be the last time he saw Draco in a non-adversarial setting was at the front of his mind, when he heard his voice and that always posh and snotty acccent.
"Potter!" Harry continued toward the floo and sanity when Draco steppped in front of him, taking him be the arms.
"Potter I know you have no reason to trust me at this moment and this is the last thing I shall ever ask of you. Sit and collect yourself. When your head has cleared we'll have a bite to eat and I will explain everything."
Harry jerked himself free and reached for the filigreed silver dish which contained the floo powder. He looked at Draco to set his beautiful face into his memory forever and saw his eyes pleading in a way that could not be faked or feigned.
"Harry if you ever really cared for me or loved me, you will hear me out" Draco implored.

"Loving you was never the problem Draco. I always loved you. The problem was that it was never enough for you." Harry whispered and stepped into the fireplace.